#Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction

[neonscandal]

"Eat This!" or Akane Makes Good on a Threat

Genre: Comedy

Tags: Akane & Ranma, RanAka, Akane Tendo has had enough, Akane comes out on top

Chapter Word Count: 2,222

Status: Completed

A/N: Helps if you read the manga or saw the original run! Am I cleaning up fics I may have written 20 years ago because there’s a new Ranma 1/2? Yea, maybe. But mainly because the internet told me to. Disclaimer, I was 13 ✨

Summary: What began as a nice lunch for her fiancé snowballed into taking drastic measures just to force him to eat her concoctions. How will Akane get Ranma to ever eat her cooking?

The Tendo home was known for the volatility of its inhabitants. Legends of their strength paled only against the rumors of their property damage. Screams and crashes were a regular occurence. Not to be outdone by their houseguests, there were also tales of something much more harrowing surrounding the youngest daughter and heir to the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. 

**

"Just a little bit more kelp and your lunch should be finished, Ranma!" Akane grinned as her fiance naively entered the kitchen.

Caught off guard by the sudden threat to his well being, a large sweat drop beaded on the back of his head. "Oh... Akane... you didn't have to. Really! I'll be fine eating what the rest of the family is eating," Ranma laughed nervously. From out of nowhere, a wooden sign cut through the air and dug itself into the wall in front of the pig-tailed martial artist. Recognizing it as one of his meddling father's, his eye twitched agitatedly at the message, "Eat it like a man... so we don't have to!"

"Really, it was no trouble and I think this won't make you sick! I've been working really hard and Kasumi's been giving me lessons. Just wait! You'll see, it's great!" Akane beamed earnestly, her eyes shining expectantly.

Looking at that face, Ranma's resolve softened, wanting to believe there was a possibility that the meal would be edible. However, the unrecognizable stains on her apron coupled with past experience shattered his delusion immediately. He tiptoed over to the stove where Akane had been slaving all day and chanced a peek into the pot. The putrid smell of over boiled kelp was an affront to his senses and, while Ranma couldn't place exactly what was stewing, he could only imagine what liberties Akane had taken with the traditional recipe. "There's just a... rainbow of flavor in that pot, isn't there?" he asked, easing away.

Akane's gleeful face fell immediately, her tone flattening in turn. "Well, gee, Ranma. Do you always say what's on your mind or is this just my lucky day?" Akane bared her gritted teeth as she held the ladle threateningly.

Ranma could already feel the familiar sensation of a knot forming as he waited fo the ladle to come crashing down on his head. After a moment's pause, he threw his gaze at the short-tempered girl to find her scooping a helping of the mystery meal.

"Just... try it," Akane sighed, offering the ladle expectantly. "Please?"

He could feel every pair of eyes of the Tendo family and his father's boring holes into his back as they mentally urged him to eat the concoction. Compelled by the pressure and the defeated look on Akane's face, he apprehensively leaned toward the utensil, a grimace carved into his face. With his eyes making a final, wavering connection with Akane's, he resigned to feel the warm substance slide down his throat.

There was a collective pause of suspense where Genma and the Tendo's waited for some indication that the food was palatable.

"What? Too spicy?" Akane questioned frantically as a fat tear rolled down Ranma's stony face.

"Um... no. I always cry when I eat curry udon," he blanched, still trying to catch his breath from what he'd just swallowed.

Akane's weight shifted onto her right foot disappointedly. "It's miso soup.." she murmured. 

"Well, the upside is: this is the longest I've stood after eating your cooking," Ranma smiled weakly, still calculating whether poison control or Dr. Tofu would be a faster solution.

Crash.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ranma inquired before collapsing to the floor beneath the weight of Akane's ladle.

"No.. nothing out of the ordinary anyways.." Nabiki sighed shaking her head.

**

The next day, smoke billowed out of the Tendo kitchen in thick, menacing tendrils of grey vapor as a stew set to simmer bubbled in its pot. Akane stood over the brew, triumphantly wiping her hands on her stained apron. "Ranmaaaaa!" she sang as she held a steaming bowl of egg drop soup in shaky hands. She calmly made her way to the dining room table where the Tendo's and Saotome's sat enjoying dinner as reliably prepared by Kasumi.

Ranma gulped audibly, his chopsticks threatening to snap as his grip on them tightened in apprehension. "I think I'd uh... prefer to, you know... just eat Kasumi's tempura." Ranma stuttered anxiously. "And live..." he unconsciously added.

Akane's eye jerked viciously as she chucked the bowl at Ranma's head. Not only did she succeed in making a direct hit, but the contents spilled over his stunned form as the others looked on, shocked. Her shoulders tensed as stalked back up to her bedroom without eating supper.

"That is the LAST time he will EVER say anything like that about my cooking! He will eat my cooking, one way or another!" she vowed through gritted teeth, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

**

A week passed since Akane’s grand proclamation but she was no closer to figuring out how to carry out her plans. It wasn't until that afternoon at lunch that she got her first big break thanks to the typically unassuming Kasumi.

"Oh, Nabiki, honestly. Just try some of the shiitake mushrooms. You're a big girl now, you must eat what is served." Kasumi chided motherly.

"Kasumi, you know I don't like mushrooms. I don't understand why you insist on me eating them," Nabiki drawled as she pushed food around on her plate.

"How would you know? You haven't tried them yet and, besides, I've been slipping them into the sukiyaki for months now and you liked them well enough,” Kasumi stated matter of factly as she continued bustling about the table with dishes to complete the spread.

"No you haven't, I would have noti-" Nabiki paused in mid sentence. It was true, she had been eating mushrooms all along and Kasumi, in her innocent wiles, had seduced her into ingesting the very food she loathed yet she hadn't noticed at all. She rather enjoyed it. While Kasumi’s admission didn’t hold a tinge of ill will, the shared discomfort in recognizing her cunning caused everyone around the table to exchange wary glances.

"Anyway, boy, there's this training ground in Kyoto I want to take you to. It could be a little risky but I'm willing to sacrifice your wellbeing to teach you to be the man among men I promised my young wife some sixteen years ago..." Genma recalled, a nostalgic tear tracing down his aged face.

A swift kick from Ranma grounded Genma's wandering mind. "After Jusenkyo and that whole Cat-fu business, I'd think you would have learned by now that your ideas end in me gettin' into trouble!" Ranma growled, his teeth bared.

“Ranma, you listen to your father, I know best!” Genma advised as he wrestled Ranma into an awkward but forceful headlock. “I mean, look at the martial artist I’ve grown to be!”

Ranma begrudgingly struggled in his father’s arms. As his opponent reared his head back in an audacious guffaw, Ranma saw an opening and exploited it mercilessly. Before Genma could fathom his loss, he was sailing through the sky in an arc toward the koi pond and the meal had commenced. “You can’t make me go so suck on that, old man!”

“Wait a minute, I got it!” Akane’s eyed widened with her sudden inspiration. So as not to show her hand, she began slowly picking at the food before her, an imperceptible smile pulling at her features.

**

Akane was not the mastermind that Nabiki was nor was she the homemaker Kasumi was. Akane only really knew how to approach a situation exactly as she was, headstrong and with brute strength. But if she’d learned anything, it was that sometimes the best strategy is maintaining the element of surprise and in a manner her opponent may never see coming.

“I guess the only way I can get him to eat is to beat him in a fight. But, how? It pains me to admit it but I couldn’t possibly beat Ranma. The first time we met he crushed me and he’s only gotten better. I mean, he knows so many new and… unconventional techniques. There’s got to be another way…” Akane mused, sprawled across her bed.

**

“Oh no, she’s at it again. It’s been weeks. And that’s the third dish she’s dropped this morning,” Nabiki sighed nonchalantly flipping through her magazine on the couch.

Kasumi sat with the shadow of a grimace on her face as another plate went crashing to the ground. Her knuckles had become white from where she’d been wringing her apron on the couch resigning not to helicopter around Akane in the kitchen.

“Pops, do you think we could go on that training trip now?” Ranma groaned as the thought of trying another one of Akane’s dishes or getting hit with one set in.

“Nope, too late.” Panda!Genma stuck up his nose as he flashed Ranma a sign, crossing his arms.

**

Grunts of frustration and anger sounded from the kitchen, a chorus that had become common whenever Akane cooked lately. After one particularly loud, shuddering shriek, the family decided to sneak out to escape experiencing whatever she’d been pouring her emotions into.

Steam sifted through the house as another cry was accompanied with the clanking of pots and pans. Finally, Akane emerged from the ravaged kitchen, unscathed and glistening. Sweat made the fabrics of her clothes hang heavy from her body, fatigue settled into every muscle. She lurched to her bedroom to retrieve her toiletries before retiring to the bath to soak her unseen injuries. She had hell to clean up before everyone returned home but it was ready. She was ready. She was finally ready for Ranma Saotome to eat his words.

**

The next day, the air around the house seemed charged. While no one wanted to address the elephant in the room regarding Akane’s recent culinary experiments, Kasumi was never one to properly read the room. “Akane, I see you’ve prepared another dish for Ranma to sample, ne?” she asked gently as Akane emerged from the kitchen.

“Kasumi!” Ranma groused enunciating every syllable in exasperation. Having continuously refused to eat anything Akane prepared and the whole family evacuating the night before, Ranma estimated Akane’s Uncute Barometer was close to blowing and Kasumi had just signed his death warrant.

“No, I actually made this for myself,” Akane sneered at Ranma flippantly as she took her usual seat beside him. “There can be no slip ups tonight…” she reminded herself as dinner was initiated and the Saotome’s began to engorge themselves. The dish she had prepared was edible, she was positive. After all, she had been practicing and she’d never eat something she wasn’t sure of. However, cooking wasn’t the only thing she had been practicing.

She had finally figured out the only technique to assist in defeating Ranma. The very technique that would bring him down for sure. The realization may have been quick but she had been practicing the technique for weeks now and she finally felt it was time to put her plan into action. With crinkled eyes and upturned lips, she absently picked at her own creation of stuffed squid. She acknowledged the fact that it wasn’t Kasumi’s cooking but it was adequate for her needs. She slowly began increasing the speed at which she picked up her food and waited until the heat of dinner, where Genma and Ranma fought over toppings, before she pushed herself to the max. Everyone was too enthralled in the daily fight for food that one one noticed Akane’s plate clearing up faster than even Genma’s.

“Kasumi, I gotta tell ya, I dunno what you’ve been doing differently but tonight was delicious!” Ranma yawned rubbing his stomach, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Why… thank you, Ranma,” Kasumi smiled demurely.

“Man, I’m stuffed! I gotta go lay down..” he yawned.

Genma glared at him calculatingly and demanded suddenly, “Ranma, my boy, have you been practicing? I’ve not come close to filling up..”

“Yes, I noticed that I got half of what I normally scrape up for dinner, Ranma. I commend you on your enthusiasm of the art but ask that, next time, you think of the rest of us,” Soun chimed in.

“Well, I haven’t been practicing or doin’ anything different..” Ranma scratched his head lamely.

“That’s impossible, your speed has almost doubled, Ranma. Don’t hold out on us, boy, what have you been doing?” Genma interrogated as he and Soun began a menacing advance.

“No-nothing! I-I swear!” Ranma protested. His recent splurge made his movements sluggish which made him easy prey. The realization made his eyes widen in fear.

Nabiki stood up to get a closer look at the inevitable fight while Kasumi put her hands up to her mouth. “Please, not in the house!” she cried.

Akane sat at the dining room table, hands folded neatly in her lap with a weak but gleeful smile on her face. “All it takes is a few more dinners of me sneaking my cooking in with Kasumi’s and he’ll be ready for a full dish in no time.” she pondered deliriously as the effects of her training slowly began to take its toll. “But curse the effects of the Parlay Du Foie Gras…”

[bornonthebreakofdawn]

Wrote a little something for you...check it out soon! 🥰

I just saw the email notif! And I'm just about to read it!

Waaaaahhh I'm touched you thought of me when you wrote it 🥹

Thank you @happyocelot ❤️❤️❤️

For those interested, it's a Ranma 1/2 fic (Ranma x Akane)

Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace

[gillotto]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Ranma 1/2 Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Saotome Ranma/Tendou Akane, Hibiki Ryouga/Saotome Ranma Characters: Saotome Ranma, Hibiki Ryouga, Tendou Akane, Jusenkyou Guide, Plum, Tendou Nabiki, Tendou Kasumi, Tendou Souun, Saotome Nodoka, Saotome Genma Additional Tags: Desert Island Fic, Time Skips, Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Future, Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Survivor Guilt, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Character Death, Terminal Illnesses, Role Reversal, Suicidal Thoughts, Medication, Hospitalization, Personality Swap, Jusenkyo (Ranma 1/2), Cured Ryoga Summary:

After being trapped on an uninhabited island somewhere in the South China Sea, Ryoga finally returns home to Nerima. He quickly discovers that he wasn’t the only who was left stranded.

Chapter 2 is here! 

Please let me know what y’all think of it so far~ <3

[fanovember]

Question for non-native English fanfic writers:

Do you write in your native language or just English? If you write in English, what's your strategy? Do you write in your language and then translate or just English from the start?

[clericalerror87]

I somehow managed to write 5.5 thousand words today. All I needed to do was start writing trans girl Ranma fanfiction, apparently.

[kaiserdrgn]

Apparently I'm celebrating this year's Pride month by reading queer Ranma 1/2 fanfiction. I've read 3,151,333 words of worth of fic this month so far on AO3.

It's interesting to see how the fandom has changed since the old days. I got into Ranma 1/2 back in the late 90s when I was a teenager. I was just as a voracious reader back then, maybe more so, and I read all the classics and standouts of the fandom. As the fandom slowly shrank and died out in 2000s, I naturally migrated to other, more active ones in search of fanfiction. Though I still kept a few fics and authors on my radar even as my interest drifted.

About two weeks ago, I got interested in poking around AO3 to see what I could find for Ranma, and oh my, did I find gold. A veritable feast of Ranma fic, and most of it was wonderfully queer.

Queer Ranma fic isn't by any stretch of the imagination new, but it is different these days. The language we use to describe gender identities has evolved. Back then if you read a fic labeled as Ranma-Chan, you knew you were getting into a work were Ranma is a girl. And Ranma-chan fics were common. But you hardly ever saw the term transgender. And if you did, it was almost exclusively in context of referring to Konatsu and not Ranma.

There were great heart wrenching character pieces, and deeply moving love stories, and side splitting comedies, and edge of seat action stories. But they were all written mostly in the 90s, and mostly by male anime fans. They are definitely products of their times.

The fics I found being written these days are different. And it's great. There is less bashing on characters in general. Even series designated punching bag Kuno often gets more nuanced characterization. Poly relationships aren't written as just harems for Ranma, and bi rep isn't limited to just fetishistic 'hot girl on girl action when the guy is busy elsewhere'. And the explorations of gender and sexual identities among the characters has been great.

As a transfem watching Ranma or any of the other characters explore their gender identity and break out of their egg, it's been a wonderfully fulfilling time to see these familiar thoughts and experiences reflected in fanfic for one of my favorite fandoms.

I don't really have a point to this post. I just took a minute to tally up my bookmarks on A03 and realized I've read over 3 million words in 2 weeks. And felt like rambling Ranma for a bit.

[palabraasinnecesarias]

secret kisses ao3 | ff.net ship: ranma/akane words: 1,625 Ranma and Akane would steal kisses at every chance they got, secretly behind closed doors...usually. They hadn’t known how it began happening, but once it started it was hard to stop.  

Akane had just reached the bathroom’s door when a gentle squeeze at her wrist pulled her away too easily. She yelped at the sudden movement, her body twirling to land perfectly onto Ranma’s chest, as her eyes widen when she felt his soft mouth press itself against hers. She couldn’t help but allow her lips to widen into a dopey grin, feeling the way his hands snaked themselves against the small of her back to pull her in further.  

The young woman indulged effortlessly, relishing at the way he continued to pepper a number of kisses, her brain losing its trail of thought. Even after he pulled away, taking her a moment to readjust her mind and shake herself awake, remembering where they were. Still, his arms continued to stay hooked around her body, his face centimeters from hers as he whispered, “Morning, tomboy.”  

She huffed a chuckle, nervously looking behind her as she smiled bashfully, warning, “We’re gonna get caught, idiot.”  

He shrugged his shoulders, seemingly not caring of such consequences, his rather bold smirk tangling her insides. He was so handsome, his chiseled jaw now rubbing itself against her cheek before kissing her temple, and she could feel her feeble stance betray her completely as her knees wobbled at her nervousness.  

It had been a few months of this taking place; Ranma and Akane would steal kisses at every chance they got, secretly behind closed doors...usually. They hadn’t known how it began happening, but once it started it was hard to stop. Ranma usually had the upper hand, as it was easier for him to sneak up on the shorter woman, planting one quickly and walking away just as fast before she could say anything.  

Although that morning, he lingered just a tad longer, wistful to her essence. And like always, he released his hold and began walking away, leaving her completely abashed before making her way into the bathroom for her morning shower.  

That afternoon, the duo had found themselves home alone, as their parents were having dinner with family friends and the eldest Tendo sisters had gone to the market, Nabiki only tagging along because the marketplace was nearby a clothing store promoting a store wide clearance, and she wanted to stroll the aisles in case something caught her eye.  

Akane usually tagged along, shopping being one of her favorite pastimes, but she needed to study for finals – considering they were in their last year of high school. She had brought her studying materials to the family room in hopes that her fiancé would want to tackle the books with her; of course, he didn’t. At first, Ranma got lost in a book, not paying any mind to Akane as she silently read her textbook and scribbled mindlessly on her journal.  

It wasn’t until he stepped away, going and coming back from the kitchen with some snacks Kasumi had premade before heading out after knowing Akane would be studying. He held a plate of diced fruit, munching on an apple slice as he noticed Akane’s concentrated face. She hovered over the kotatsu table, her eyebrows furrowed as she mindlessly chewed on her lower lip, and he could feel his entire body heat up.  

Without much thought, Ranma made his way towards her and set the plate on the table, offering her some. She glanced quickly at it and shook her head, murmuring, “No, thanks, Ranma,” under her breath as she continued to study. He grumbled, his face souring before breathing in deeply.  

“Really got your nose in that book, huh?” He muttered quietly, not thinking she’d actually hear him, or stop her study to look over at him.  

“This is what studying looks like,” she replied quite sarcastically, offering him a quizzical look as to where his attitude had come from. Did it bother him that she was studying in the family room?  

He took a seat next to her, rather closely she noticed, propping himself with his arms, leaning back as he looked at her. His light eyes seemed to bounce about her face before landing on her plumped lips, finding himself leaning forward to kiss her. He pulled away after a moment, his smile widening as he said, “And you look real cute doing that.”  

Akane could feel her entire face change color, her heart racing at an absurd speed, having to look away otherwise she’d melt into a puddle right there and then. “G-geez, Ran-Ranma,” Akane stuttered, looking back at the table in a sense of going back to her studies, but she knew that boat had sailed. Not when Ranma decided that he wanted to kiss her instead.  

“What?” He scoffed, leaning towards her with a suspicious stare, “you don’t wanna’ kiss me no more?”  

“I- that’s not what- uh,” and then he kissed her again, his hand having reached for her head as he tangled his fingers into her short strands of dark hair to pull her forward. She sighed merrily into his mouth, her large eyes easily fluttering themselves shut, shivers running through her entire body at the way Ranma’s lips caressed hers.  

His kiss was always soft and tender, warm with the rest of his skin. And he smelled so good, like soap and sandalwood. Yeah, she was done studying for the night.  

Ranma’s eyes widen as a new parfait glass was placed in front of her, her lips widen in pure bliss, unable to hide how much she enjoyed the dessert. She sat next to her fiancée, quickly digging into a new spoonful, glancing over to catch the now-taller woman watched her with an amused expression.  

“What?” Ranma asked, swallowing and finding himself get embarrassed at the way Akane’s soft smile never faltered, shaking her head as an answer.  

“Nothing,” she replied quietly, “you just seem to be enjoying your sweets.”  

Ranma was now blushing, not knowing exactly why. Still, she shrugged her shoulders, “What can I say? They serve a mean parfait here, I tell ya’.”  

“Yeah, I can tell. This is your third serving,” she chuckled endearingly, noticing the way her blemished cheeks only managed to deepen their shade of red. “You look cute eating your dessert,” Akane confessed, now resting her chin against her propped hands, her cheeks round at the way her smile lifted them high.  

She didn’t know what to say to that.  

Not expecting much, Ranma’s eyes widen when she felt Akane lean forward and softly press a chaste kiss on her lips. It lasted a moment before she pulled away, the tip of her tongue licking her lower lip as she said, “That strawberry flavor is strong.” And she couldn’t help herself but laughed a tad louder as Ranma’s crimson face almost camouflaged with her red, oversized mandarin top. Now she knew why he had so much fun catching her off guard.  

“Ak-Akane,” she whispered harshly, looking around seemingly paranoid, “we’re in public.”  

“Ranma,” Akane scoffed softly, “Shampoo and Ukyo hardly ever come to this ice cream shop,” she assured her with a wider grin. “I think it’s okay if we kiss a little.”  

Of course, they both knew that wasn’t what she meant by her statement. Still, Akane kissed her again, just as soft and just as long.  

Akane had walked in to see Ranma self-train with some katas, dressed in his own gi, finding that they were matching. She smiled softly at him, shamelessly walking over to him and taking a seat in front of him. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, admiring the way his skill was easily reflected in his performance.  

He stopped soon after, noticing she had sat and was watching him, admiring him. His ego was already past the roof, he couldn’t help but smirk knowingly at her, “Watching ain’t gonna help ya’ get as good as me.”  

“If you sparred with me once in a while, maybe I'd get better,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.  

He walked over to her, crouching right in front of her, “Whaddya’ mean,” he retaliated, “I do spar with ya’.”  

“Nuh-uh,” she accused, “all you do is avoid my hits.”  

“I ain’t wanna hurt you, is all.”  

“I’m going to start avoiding all your kisses, so you can see what it feels like.”  

He grinned mischievously, “You can try.” His arms went to wrap themselves around her body, pulling her towards him, ready to plant one when she turned her head, chuckling under her breath.  

“Not until you spar with me,” she said.  

He was now pecking her entire face, her sounds of laughter and mirth loud and beautiful, and pleasing to his ears. “But you want to kiss me,” he accused, finding themselves with Ranma atop of her through all the wiggling and wobbling.  

She was breathing heavily, looking up at him, his dangling braid brushing her cheek. “Not anymore.”  

“Liar.”  

Akane shook her head, her teasing smile never leaving her face, “I am not.”  

Ranma quickly leaned down and kissed her, pulling away fast, “You like my kisses.”  

“Nope.”  

He kissed her again, “See?”  

She wrinkled her nose, “No, that’s not doing it for me, I’m afraid.”  

“What about...” And this time, Ranma’s mouth spread fuller, taking in Akane’s lips completely, his shut eyes not letting him catch the way her wide eyes twitch at how good it felt having him kiss her like that. His kiss was rough, full of passion each time he pulled away and angled his head to kiss her again and again. The pit of her stomach churned, and she shivered at the intensity of it all.  

After a long moment, Ranma pulled away, their heaving chest pressed against each other's as he said, “I told ya’.”  

[jaquik]

New Ranma Fanfic: Ranma 3/2

Here is a brand new Ranma fic that asks a simple question. What happens when the Spring of Drowned Girl isn't the only one Ranma falls into that day.

Wait, Spring of Drowned Triplets?!

With three times the Ranma, how will the Tendo dojo survive, much less the rest of Nerima?

With artwork done by the super talented @beedokart

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Ranma 1/2

Sample Size: 1,133 stories

Source: AO3

[shonasof]

I made this piece for Anne Ominous based on her Ranma 1/2 fanfiction The Phoenix Saga which I have found to be incredibly inspiring.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3668401

See the uncolored pencilwork here: https://www.deviantart.com/shonasof/art/1093639460

Ranma, having lost the Phoenix Pill and being all but trapped in his feminine form, leaves the Tendo Dojo in search of a "normal" life. With the Full Body Cat's Tongue rendering them unable to take a hit and putting martial arts largely out of her life, Ranma needs a new career path, too. After spending a few months homeless in Tokyo, Ranma ends up getting a job in a bar run by a found family consisting of the owner and four hard-luck girls that work there and now live as sisters. At the Phoenix, Ranma finds a place where she can be accepted and "normal," learns to deal with the trauma she's experienced and finds acceptance with her new family. As she does so, she also learns to live as a young woman, discovering a new talent and potential career as a singer.

[fuedalreesespieces]

the martial arts of a kiss

or: if ranma and akane had kissed during the ice skating arc.

He wasn’t sure why he’d even asked. 

Akane stared at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place, and that was startling on its own. Usually he could identify her emotions with ease; she never made any effort to hide them. The only thing he recognized was embarrassment blooming in her cheeks, spreading an even, rosy blush over her fair skin. Her shoulders rose up like mountain slopes, and the blush grew down there, too, scattering over her collarbone and neck.  

If...if you don’t mind...then I don’t.  

A shallow wind blew through the dojo. He wished he hadn’t said anything – the sudden silence bulged between them like someone shoving an extra crayon in a too-filled box. They’d been bickering like usual earlier, but it had only taken a single moment of stupidity to dismantle the casual, if not heightened, mood. He supposed it was his fault for even bringing up kisses in the first place, for daring to goad Akane – Akane, who’d shouted back as though kissing were a feat she refused to fail at: go ahead and try it!  

She kneeled in front of him now, eyes pinned on her skirt. The air was stiffening, nearly uncomfortable, and he searched for something to say. He grappled for a moronic insult that would dissolve the ice between them, and though those were always in reach, this time he had nothing to say. He hated to feel speechless, but she did that to him - only sometimes, he insisted.  

Akane made the first move. Her voice was quiet. “I...I don’t mind.” She added, reaching up to tug on one of her side-bangs, only to remember they were gone. Her hand drifted delicately to the cusp of her knee, “...if you don’t mind.” 

The distance between them shrunk to nothing with those words. He could make out every detail on her face, the exact pattern of her blush and the petite scrunch of her mouth, like she’d eaten something sour. Her eyes were wide as pots, filled with a stew of emotions he wished he could pick out. “Close your eyes.” 

He blinked owlishly. “Me?”  

“Yes, you,” she huffed. “If you can’t do it, then I will!” 

“I can!” 

“I’ll be as old as my dad by the time you get the guts!” 

“Oh, you-” He grit his teeth and placed either hand on her cheeks, pulling her closer than ever before. It was a brazen, idiotic move. He was sure she’d conk him on the head for this display, but instead, her left hand came to gently drape over his. Her skin was the color of a tomato – he would have told her if his own face was much better. Their mutual touch seemed to steam, like red-hot coals pressed together under a grill.  

He’d hoped to see the kiss coming, at first. His previous (and only kiss) had felt like a swift, unexpected attack, and to close his eyes after that was to give up his semblance of control. But this was Akane – he trusted her. He would know her in the dark, and he would know her by her rugged palms skirting over his skin, and most importantly: he wanted this. He wanted to feel her kiss. Just admitting it in his head made him senseless, and part of him wanted to run, maybe lift some weights, anything to settle the erratic energy him from within, but Akane’s presence kept him in place. 

So he closed his eyes. Swathed in darkness, the touch of her lips against his felt like a thousand colors bursting under his eyelids. She was...warm, and her lips tasted like sweat from her training, and she was clumsy. He almost forgot, what with her confidence, that this could very well be her first kiss, because after their mouths met she seemed to forget where to place her hands. Ranma laughed against her lips.

Akane tilted her head and the kiss found its balance. His fingers trailed down her shoulders, tapping at her collarbone. Her hands played with the stray, unruly strands of his hair, and the touch of her made him ache. It was both the pain and exhilaration of a night run, the awe and excitement of watching firecrackers explode in front of you. He could combust any minute with how tentative she was being.  

She drew away from him, breathless. There was ire in her eyes, though her lips were hiding a questionable smile. “You’re terrible at this.” 

“Me?” he scowled, but there was no heat to it. “You’re the one who can’t kiss.” 

Furious, she grabbed him by the shirt collar and reeled him in. This kiss felt more like a crash, a loving punch on the mouth, and when she felt her breath run tight, he would pull her back in for a second, and a third. It didn’t calm him in the slightest. He remembered how as a child he would sometimes take lit matches and squeeze the fire dead with his fingers the way his father used to. The sensation of flame against his skin was momentary, a hiss of pain that tore through him, made his heart squeeze, then faded. This felt like that, except the cycle was never-ending. The heat of each kiss was exquisite, and he wanted the moment to go on forever, to feel the same excess of uncontrollable, delighted energy, like somehow all their fights were being channeled into one momentous, if bumbling, exchange.  

Ranma Saotome didn't bumble at anything. But this felt right, like the sort of kiss only they could share and no one else. Not a spectacle nor a sport.

“Ranma, Akane!” Kasumi’s light voice danced through the hall. Their lips might as well have ripped from each other. “Dinner’s ready!”  

Her shadow lingered outside the dojo screen. Akane came to her senses first and shouted, voice all throaty, “We’re coming!” 

“Y-yeah! Just practicing!” he added. Goddamn that stammer.

They watched as Kasumi’s shadow disappeared. Akane pinched him on the nose. “Hey!” 

“’Just practicing?’ What kind of excuse was that?” 

“What kind’a excuse? It ain't no excuse. You do need practice.” He gave her a crooked grin. “I’ll help ya out.” 

Her face turned red again. “You....” Her fingers clenched into a fist. “Big words from a guy who couldn’t even get the guts to kiss me first! You were shaking like a wet duck!” 

“What?” 

“But don’t worry, Ranma,” she assured, using her hands to lift his jaw close. In a poor imitation of his voice, she crooned, “I’ll help ya out.” 

He groaned, his face leaning on her shoulder, as Akane’s laughs echoed in the empty dojo.  

[sofya-fanfics]

At First Sight

Fandom : Ranma 1/2

Relationship : Ranma x Akane

My Rankane Week 2024 contribution for the prompt : At First Sight.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Even if Ranma would never admit it to anyone, it was the day they met that he had fallen in love with Akane. He had discovered what love at first sight meant.

Disclaimer : Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

@rankaneweek

AO3 / FF.NET

Ranma and Akane's first meeting was unconventionally. He was a girl, his father was a panda and he had just learned that Genma had engaged him to the daughter of one of his friends. Akane had also just learned that her or one of her sisters was engaged to him.

He was not in his true appearance, Soun had fainted when he saw that his friend's son was a girl, Kasumi was quiet, Nabiki was furious, but Akane was smiling at him, defending him against her sister who was angry at him for being a girl and not a boy.

Ranma looked at Akane shyly. Even if he was always self-confident, this situation made him uncomfortable. But strangely, whereas he had just met her, Akane's presence appeased him. She was pretty. Much prettier than the girls he had met during his travels with his father. And she had been nice to him. He was not used to anyone showing him kindness. Not even his own father.

Then, she had suggested him to train with her in their dojo. He had accepted with a huge smile. Martial arts were his whole life and he never missed an opportunity to train. He had been able to see her level. Even if she was quite good, he was much stronger than her. The only problem was that she had confessed to him that she would have taken it badly if he had been a boy.

Ranma smiled uncomfortably. What would happen if she found out the truth ? He knew he could not hide it from her for long. And what was supposed to happen happened. Akane had discovered he was a boy in the most embarrassing way possible. She had yelled at him, insulted him, hit him, then it had been decided that she would be his fiancée.

This was how their story began and even if Ranma would never admit it to anyone, it was the day they met that he had fallen in love. He had discovered what love at first sight meant. Because of his pride, he admited it to Akane years later. And she told him that she had fallen in love at first sight too.

The end

[mariananicoleli]

A Pergunta (chap 1 - 7)

Gosh I really miss writing this fanfic! For mounths, developing “A Pergunta” was the only thing bringing me joy. Unfortunately it’s been several mounths that I don’t have proper time to work out on that.

But I’m not giving up! I promise, If you took the time to use google translate to read this PTBR fanfic and you liked it, just wait a little longer!

[fanovember]

Fellow fanfic writers, what do you do when you're in a writer's block? Share your strategies so we can all learn new things! I'll start:

I move from laptop to pen and notebook or use some creative writing exercises (or both!). If nothing of those work, I go for a walk to draw something from real life or try to find an artistic gallery, museum or anything similar.

[anne-is-ominous]

Welcome to the party, pal!

(edit: apparently my link accompanying this image did not save. This was literally my first post to Tumblr and I'm struggling mightily to get used to its UX. Art credit to @petz5 , who is fantastic and has my apologies for the link not being there originally.}

[winterdebacle]

Hi friends! I just finished chapter two of my post-ending Ranma fanfic, Blue Skies Nerima. Check it out! https://archiveofourown.org/works/59375542/chapters/152077399